… and so does Spain!
… and so does Spain!
Just who the hell is looking for a Dunkin Donuts in Helsinki? Seriously! That is one of the search engine expressions used to find the Migrant Blogger today. And, I thought only America runs on Dunkins.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m a big fan of Dunkins, as is my buddy Cyan from Zivity (I always love giving a bit of a shout-out to Zivity). They make the best coffee and doughnuts out there, though there are levels of quality across Dunkins stores. The product gets closer based on your proximity to Randolph, MA, where the company is headquartered.
I guess it did make sense for that wanderer to come here. I have some key stats about Dunkin Donuts in my life:
Does anyone else have a cool Dunkin Donuts story? To kick off the discussion, I leave you with my favorite, from No Shadow Kick. They are from the town where I, unfortunately, had to grow up, so they offer some great perspective.
This started a while ago. When Laura and I went to the Cote d’Azure a year and a half ago, I griped incessantly about the fact that I couldn’t grab a slice of pizza for the road or take a cup of coffee and walk around. In Paris, this was not as big a problem, as there was a Starbucks– placed exactly where my favorite Parisian cafe used to be, but I’m not bitter. The only drawback is that you can only really walk around with a Starbucks coffee. Not my thing.
So, I decided that I would civilize France with pizza to go and coffee to match. A quick walk around Iceland and Finland indicates that the northern folks are substantially more civilized than the French and thus need less of my help. I saw plenty of pizza and hotdogs to go in Reykjavik, and Helsinki has Wayne’s Coffee, clearly inspired by the kind people at Starbucks (upscale quickservice restaurant in addition to coffee shop).
What is missing, though, are the fine imperialistic brands that make America the marketing machine that can pierce even French culture and Indian direct foreign investment laws. I’ve seen a few McD’s here (and hate them– I won’t eat that shit). I saw a Pizza Hut and kept truckin’. What I’m looking for is a Dunkin Donuts. If “America Runs on Dunkins,” couldn’t Finland?